There had been something inanely erotic and yes, even natural in the way they had fallen asleep last night that had awaken a primitive need within her to stay like this with him forever. Most women she knew would have told him to go fuck himself when he had simply lay down in the middle of the bed amid crisp white sheets and sprawled out with a self-satisfied but alluring grin and patted his inner thigh like that. But she had crawled up onto the bed like some well-fed pet feline and nestled between his parted thighs with her right cheek on his left thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
He had reached down and stroked her hair as it spread over his left hip and cascaded over onto the sheets that lay below and it had been soothing for her after the orgasm she had just had. She had inhaled deeply; her nose almost nestled in the dark curls of his groin and simply closed her eyes. Her left arm had slid around his right hip and she had basically served as his blanket as they drifted off to sleep with thoughts of their evening burning brightly in both of their minds.
When morning came, it found them in basically the same position although they had both shifted some. She had obviously pulled up the sheet sometime in the night to cover the lower part of her body and his legs and her head had moved up more so that it rested more on his belly as her body covered him with her warmth.
Stirring slightly, long lashes now fluttered gently against the flesh of his belly as she slowly began to move into a more conscious state. She shifted some causing a small murmur of appreciation to lift from him lips even though he was definitely still lost in the stages of sleep but it roused her enough to remember exactly where she was and wide blue eyes opened to gaze up at him.
She could feel her heart trapped in her throat where it seemed to beat and flutter wildly as she gazed upon him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep but even so, more than anything, she wanted to move up into his arms and press her lips to his. She could never get enough of his mouth and tongue. It was if it was the vessel of her life source and beckoned to her even in the moment where she watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept.
The fingers of her left hand gently moved on his hip as her gaze lowered. Even in his sleep, as she moved softly against him, his body responded to her light caress and she could feel him begin to harden between her soft breasts where his manhood lay in rest. A sultry smile curled upwards on her lips as the thought occurred to her that she knew the perfect way in which to wake him up and took full advantage of the situation.